Little Cat Writes Poetry
She sprawls her bold title across the page
where I would read.
She hides her tale from strangers, shares all
with those who give her time and care.
Her energetic paws
print a chase-scene narrative
on the polished table.
After a nap, she stretches, meanders,
her lyrical lines loop and curve
on the wet tiles of my just-washed floor.
Her tidy steps turn where she arches,
strokes my leg, smiles into my face,
and her question-mark tail asks,
already so sure of the answer.